Believe Big K.R.I.T.

[Verse 1]
I remember bein' broke
Talkin' 'bout we gon' get this money, gon' get this money
Went from ball playin' to the mall slanging
CD's of niggas tryna scrape a hundred
Now it's a hundred when I get a steak
Need a reservation just to get a plate
With a hoodie, Louis bucket, and slides
Motherfuck a button-up and a tie
Black power and I'm swangin it wide
Foreign dripping with a bitch on the side
Beastmode, Marshawn with it
Had to step on my haters just to get by
I just touched down
Whippin' on the corner with a bag in the trunk
For all my niggas never having enough
Like what the fuck is ever having enough?
We gon' keep keep baggin' it up
We gon' keep keep cashin' it up
I need this here for the inner city
I need Wakanda in Mississippi
I need to plot it and plan it
A way we could manage to stay out the penitentiary
I need a chopper for all of my partners
Just in case the government try to get me
This is bigger than the color green
This is Denzel in the last scene
Of a Spike Lee joint, Malcolm X story
Necessary by any means
This is a mil' on the wheel
I am a four, never pour, never sip
I got a dream
Something like ML the King
Talkin' 'bout every day of the week